Prized Possessions
Write Club Prompt #92
The first thing that comes to mind when thinking about my childhood prized possessions is my set of Robocop action figures. When playing I would invent story lines. These games have full plots and a long arc. I don’t remember much of it anymore. They were probably very repetitive and like the broadcast TV of the 90s they tended toward realigning to a status quo. The bad guys always lost but were never truly defeated. The good guys always prevailed.
The last remember the plastic of these toys had degraded and they had a perminant sticky feeling. Most likely they would have been thrown out when my parents redecorated their apartment. There is a possibility that they still exist. Buried in a box in a storage room. Maybe I will see them again one day.